Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1155 Petrovsky Relinquishes Command
"They're going in circles. If they keep going like this, they're definitely going to be finished."

Inside the speeding car in the wilderness, the hunter glanced at the scene outside and couldn't help but say to Song Heping, "If we're still running around in this kind of place when it's light, we'll be sitting ducks if we're discovered."

Song Heping glanced out the window through the firing port. All around was a vast wasteland, and the three dark green "Typhoon" mine-resistant ambush protected vehicles stood out starkly against the monotonous yellow wasteland.

Looking at the direction, the convoy was heading east of Syria.

Latamila village is in the northeast, but the direction we are facing is due east, which means this is a detour.

Petrovsky's intention was clear—to first head east, creating the illusion that he was about to cross the Siberian border into Ilig, in an attempt to evade the pursuit of 1515 and the Kold's forces, and then turn back.

However, doing so is obviously foolish.

They underestimated the U.S. military's aerial search capabilities.

Although the Americans have announced their withdrawal from Iligo, they still have air force deployments in the direction of Bakda, making it very easy for them to send a drone there for aerial search.

"Give me the map."

Song Heping stretched out his hand.

The hunter general handed the tablet back to Song Heping.

Open and view.

Song Heping's gaze swept quickly across the electronic map.

Soon, he looked up at Petrovsky.

"Major."

"What's the problem now?!"

Petrovsky seemed somewhat impatient.

Song Heping's frequent suggestions made him, who was already under a lot of tension, very unhappy.

“You can’t go any further east. You’ve gone in a huge circle! I know you’re trying to create the illusion of heading east and then circle back to Lamitara, but that won’t work. Trust me, no one knows the U.S. military’s aerial reconnaissance capabilities in this area better than I do.”

He was not exaggerating.

Ever since the fallout with the Americans in 1515 and the expansion of the region in Iligo and eastern Syria, the Americans have been keeping a close eye on it.

Although they received some secret funding from the CIA when they started in 1515 BC, a wolf is a wolf, and you can't tame a wolf.

The Americans have never stopped being wary of 1515 and have been conducting high-density aerial reconnaissance over its area of ​​operation.

Now that the US military advisors and special operations teams in the Kurdish-controlled area have learned that Russian special forces have infiltrated the area, they will definitely mobilize drones patrolling nearby to keep an eye on them.

At that time, three mine-resistant ambush protected vehicles speeding across the open wilderness will be as obvious as lice on a bald man's head!

Song Heping's words brought the atmosphere in the carriage to a fever pitch.

Petrovsky's forehead was covered in sweat.

He is not a fool.

I also know that Song Heping was telling the truth.

While the Russian military's intelligence capabilities are not as good as those of the US military, they are not incompetent either. The Russians know the situation in the border regions of Syria and Iligor.

He just wanted to take a gamble, relying on the high speed of the convoy across the plains to leave the enemy behind, and after approaching the border of Iligor, he would create the illusion of crossing the border into Song Heping's controlled area, causing 1515 and the US military to give up the pursuit.

Then, they turned around and headed towards Latamila village, which is less than 60 kilometers from the border.

From the perspective of handling emergencies, Petrovsky's strategy was not problematic.

But Da Maozi's nature is to gamble.

They always prefer simple and direct methods.

Then you oversimplify things for others as well.

Should we listen to Song?
Still won't listen?

Petrovsky's mind was racing with a jumble of thoughts.

He vaguely felt that what Song Heping said was not without reason.

Perhaps he had another plan in mind when he offered his reminder.

Listening to it might not hurt...

"Okay, I'd like to hear it..."

Just as he was about to decide to listen to Song Heping's ideas, an accident, like a truck suddenly rushing out from one side of the intersection, crashed into him heavily.

"Report: Three kilometers ahead, at the 10 o'clock position, suspected vehicles have been spotted moving and causing dust! Number unknown, but moving very fast!"

"Eagle Eye's" voice boomed across the channel.

"Closer in progress... Thermal imaging identifies... Two vehicles! Suspected armed pickup trucks with heavy machine guns! Model... Toyota Hilux! Ownership cannot be determined!"

The bad news arrived as expected.

Armored pickup truck!

In this area, it could be "1515", the Kurds, or even local tribal militias directed by the US military.

But no matter who it belongs to, they are enemies!
"Attention all personnel, prepare to engage the enemy!"

Petrovsky roared, "Weapons in position, crew!"

The remote weapon stations on the top of the lead and tail vehicles immediately emitted a slight whirring sound as the long, thick muzzles of the 12.7mm Kord heavy machine guns slowly rose, locking onto the two rapidly approaching clouds of dust in the distance.

Song Heping released the safety from his HK416 and said to the hunter, "It seems that sneaking over here is impossible. Let's get to work."

The hunter remained silent, but he had already turned around and aimed the muzzle of his SV-98 through the narrow firing port in the direction where the two pickup trucks might appear, his breathing as steady as if he were asleep.

The two pickup trucks had clearly spotted the sudden convoy. Without hesitation, they immediately formed a pincer movement and, with the ferocity of desperate men, accelerated towards them.

Inside the truck bed, one could vaguely see figures moving about, as well as the gleaming barrel of a heavy machine gun.

Also, there was a black flag flying on the front of the car...

They are armed men from the 1515th Army!

The distance quickly shortened to 1,500 meters...

One thousand meters...

"shooting!"

When the two sides were about 800 meters apart, Petrovsky quickly gave the order.

Da da da--!
The Kord heavy machine gun on the lead vehicle spat out short, powerful blasts of fire. Several 12.7mm bullets, with sharp whooshing sounds, struck the sand dozens of meters in front of the pickup truck, sending up a series of tall columns of sand.

However, the other party's response was even more direct and violent!

Thump thump thump—!
Almost simultaneously with the warning shots, the DShK heavy machine gun in the bed of one of the pickup trucks spewed out a long tongue of fire. The 12.7mm large-caliber bullets came whistling like hailstones, hitting the thick armor plates of the Typhoon vehicle, making a dense and terrifying "clang clang clang" sound, and splashing a series of dazzling sparks!
"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"

Petrovsky's roar echoed throughout the channel.

Although the 12.7 caliber steel bullets could not penetrate the specially bulletproof and reinforced Typhoon mine-resistant ambush protected vehicle at a distance of 800 meters, they still left terrifying craters on the vehicle body.

Song Heping could clearly feel the steel panels of the car vibrating; if he hadn't been wearing noise-canceling headphones, his eardrums would probably have ruptured.

"Boss, actually I really hate it when your predictions are so accurate every time..."

The hunter smiled wryly as he pulled the trigger.

bah—

A burst of fire erupted from the SV-98 sniper rifle in his hand.

At this point, the two sides were less than 500 meters apart.

Although the SV-98 had been tested in small numbers by Russian law enforcement agencies and special forces in the late 1990s, it was officially put into service at the end of 2005.

After years of continuous improvement and experimentation, this rifle has become a very mature sniper rifle. Moreover, it does not use the traditional Russian standard 7.62 caliber ammunition, but instead uses the more stable .308 caliber NATO standard sniper ammunition.

In less than a second, a spiderweb-like bullet hole appeared in the window of the lead 1515 armed pickup truck. The bullet pierced the driver's chest directly, but its power was not diminished, and it went through the seat and burned another unfortunate man in the back seat.

The pickup truck lost control at high speed, flipped over instantly, and then bounced up, throwing several 1515 armed men screaming in the yellow dust truck bed out.

One bullet can render an entire vehicle inoperable.

The role of snipers is always surprisingly effective in crucial moments.

The roof-mounted machine gun of the Typhoon mine-resistant ambush protected vehicle began to concentrate fire on the last pickup truck.

In the devastating hail of bullets, the pickup truck's completely unprotected sheet metal was easily torn to shreds like paper.

The machine gunner operating the machine gun in the truck bed was instantly riddled with bullets from the 12.7mm caliber...

"Go! Go! Leave no survivors!"

Several Typhoon armored vehicles rushed over and approached the two smoking pickup trucks from different angles. As soon as they stopped and opened the doors, Petrovsky immediately issued a warning.

SSO team members began to flank the vehicle from different angles.

A clear and standardized process, leaving no room for error.

The muffled gunshots echoed intermittently beneath the silencers.

Both the bodies inside and outside the pickup truck, and the living people, were each shot at least two more times.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

Several teammates who were close to the pickup truck and providing follow-up shots reported this one after another.

Song Heping didn't go over to join in the fun.

Because every special forces unit has developed a tacit understanding through long-term joint training, as an outsider who has never trained with them, there is no need for me to get involved and reduce the other side's efficiency in cleaning up the battlefield.

He stood by the car door, took out his binoculars, and looked around.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

The hunter asked curiously.

Song Heping said, "Do you think there are only a few terrorists around here?"

He sighed as he spoke, "We're in big trouble this time..."

With that, he put down his binoculars and said to the hunter, "Take a look at the map, where are we now?"

The hunter took out his tablet, pulled up a map, glanced at it, and pointed to the Iligor border, saying, "We seem to be very close to Iligor, less than thirty kilometers away."

"now it's right."

Song Heping smiled wryly: "Petrovsky thought he could shake off the Americans by making a feigned retreat to Iligo, but this is no longer just a simple American problem. This is the 1515 controlled area, and the northwest of Iligo is full of 1515 armed forces, with more than 30,000 people deployed there. What do you think their reaction will be when they find out that the Russians are retreating to the border?"

The hunter paused for a moment and said, "You mean..."

Song Heping pointed to the two overturned pickup trucks and said, "Do you think they might have sent a distress signal to their superiors before they died?"

The hunter suddenly realized, then gave a wry smile: "What should we do then?"

"Cold salad!"

Song Heping complained, "Dealing with these Russians is really not easy. Damn it! I can't just listen to anyone's advice. They're all as stubborn and stinking as rocks in a latrine."

"Stop talking, the stone from the latrine is coming over."

The hunter's gaze suddenly turned towards the direction behind Song Heping.

Song Heping turned around and, sure enough, saw Petrovsky walking towards him.

This guy had a gloomy face, his complexion as black as the bottom of a pot.

It goes without saying that nothing good is coming.

"Major, there's a radio on the pickup truck, right?"

Song Heping cut to the chase and said directly, "We've been exposed again. It seems your roundabout plan has failed."

Petrovsky was still somewhat unwilling to give up. He looked around and said, "It's alright, no one can catch up with us yet. Our car is fast..."

Before he could finish speaking, God slapped him hard across the face.

"Eagle Eye" started yelling again: "Boss, enemies! About a kilometer to the south! It's a convoy! Approaching at high speed, seven vehicles! One of them is a truck!"

"Sokka!"

Petrovsky was so angry that he kicked a stone far away.

"Board the vehicles! Retreat!"

Everyone immediately boarded the vehicles at top speed, and the three Typhoon mine-resistant ambush protected vehicles were started up again.

The driver asked, "Which way?"

Petrovsky was speechless for a moment and looked at Song Heping.

Song Heping spread his hands.

Petrovsky recalled that he had told Song Heping not to interfere with his command.

But now, he didn't know where to go.

"Alright, Song, you can temporarily command my men for now."

"Drive through the mountains 60 kilometers west of Latamila, and be fast! Floor the gas pedal!"

Song Heping didn't argue with him.

Now is not the time for empty talk.

"Latamila?"

Petrovsky was curious: "Why do you insist on going directly to Latamila? That would expose our objective."

"Now that you've guessed it, what else do we have to reveal?" Song Heping countered.

Petrovsky was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, we're practically running naked now, so what's there to worry about?
"I'd like to hear your plans."

This time, the Russian major was noticeably more polite.

Song Heping took the military tablet, opened the map, and began to explain his plan—

"Aren't you going to Latamila? Okay, since taking detours is not an option and all the pre-planned routes are dangerous, why not choose the most direct and fastest route to your destination?"

“Because…” Petrovsky rubbed his hands together and said, “Our whereabouts have been exposed. If we don’t deliberately create the illusion of moving towards Iligo, it will be too difficult to enter Latamira. There are definitely Kold’s armed forces heavily guarding the area.”

“That’s right. The Kold’s forces and the US special forces are definitely looking for us, and they definitely know where we are now. Drones will be appearing overhead soon, and we might even get hit by two Hellfire bombs.”

Song Heping spoke very quickly.

"But—it's not just the Americans and Kold that are chasing us, the 1515 militia is also chasing us, and where is west of Latamira?"

Petrovsky glanced at the map and said, "The Gunai Mountains."

Then, he frowned.

"You don't mean to go into the mountains and fight them in mountain warfare, do you?"

Do you think I'm that childish?

Song Heping looked at Petrovsky, laughing as he looked at him, as if he were looking at an idiot.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)